Sympathy for a devil
So why come crying to me?
Am I supposed to feel sorry for you because your boyfriend Ė who you stole from me Ė is cheating on you with somebody else?
My mother once told me what comes around goes around, and now itís come around to you.
Now you know how I felt when I saw you kissing him in front of the library.
I wanted to kill you both right then and there.
My best friend with my boyfriend.
I blamed you for luring him away.
I wanted to hurt you as much as you hurt me.
Thatís why I introduce him to her, knowing this would happen.
You got what you deserve.
Why donít you go home and stick your head under a faucet?
Itíll make you feel better.
I thought I once wanted you to stick your head in an oven the way I once tried.
But thatís too good for you.
That would only ease the pain.
I want you to suffer.
Like I did.